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Sono ancora viva!!
My head is going 100mph. Just 20 days left until I return to London.
The last few days were busy. I am working on three articles, all for Brazilian mags: one about shoe design, one about Friulian wines (!!) and the other about my experience on going through the process of Italian citizenship.
Two days ago I went to the Negrita concert in Verona with taribs and two of his mates. It was great fun, besides the fact I forgot m ticket inside the pair of jeans I've put in the washing machine...: PPPPP Got a new one at the venue, which was very lucky!
I have a lot of things inside of me I would like to release by writing, but I just can't at the moment, I'm so restless! I guess I will calm down only when everything is over.
My therapy at the mo is listening to my brand new acquisitions: the new albums of Moby and Garbage, and cycling.
You know, I keep on thinking. London. One year or two, ahead of me. Of us. And then? Maybe Holland? I don't know. I feel like I am exiled of Sao Paulo. That place won't recognize me. I won't recognize myself in there either. Not anymore. I wanna do so many things. But I want to be in a place I can call home.
